He Miao had wanted to see Jing Yan's panic, but she did not expect Jing Yan to say that so blatantly. She turned her head away, blushing, and tightened her grip on Onion. "You, don't talk nonsense. How would a dog think that?"
The driver and Chen Zhao had already become used to treating themselves as machines. They turned a deaf ear to the president and Miss He's sweet nothings.
Jing Yan chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Alright, I'll stop talking, alright? I've already asked someone to pack your things and send them to the He family manor. When you see anything else you need, let me know."
"I know." He Miao nodded slightly.
Being with Jing Yan really saved her a lot of worry. Sometimes, this man was even more attentive than her and could always take care of things for her in advance.
